You are a wonder of wonderers, A fiction of factors, A brief encounter in the minds of the counters. Those who pry on the privy, And laugh at the laughter, Will never remain for the fruit of the after. You are a dream of dreamers, A scribble by scribe, A leaf in the leaves and a lie in the lives. Those who jumble the jaded, And disrupt the corrupt, Will never stand still, they'll leave so abrupt. You are a bottom for bottomless, A cease with an end, A one who understands we're all born to begin. Those who play on the played, And step from the ground, Will only fall forever, all the way down.
For few will notice and fewer will dwell - because you carry yourself like you travel through hell. But I will be here to carry you through; On my back, by my side, in my heart - a beauty beheld.